DEFENDER'S RAP

• it's time to go.. your soul's mine when i rhyme and flow
• if this was live, you'd choke in two ways.. and i'd supply the rope
• because you ain't even kinda dope, this battle is a giant joke
• and plus i ripped you in the last one, despite the votes
• which is why you're tryna' seek revenge
• but when i reach for pens, you'll meet the deeper end and cease to breath again!
• cos i ain't tryna' spread peace and zen
• the only peace i'll spread is pieces of your flesh upon the street cement
• penetrate straight through your weak defense
• you're too much of a bitch for the two of us to speak as men!
• so i intend to beat some cents into your mix of bucks
• listen up, if dope rhymes were dimes then i'd be rich as fuck!
• get the picture, pup?? your album i'd be quick to chuck
• cos that 1000 in your name is how many dicks you suck!
• .... that was murder, the rest of this is over-kill
• you ain't superbad, you're a joker like jonah hill
• you're super bad! not a flow that you own is ill
• you rhyme worse sober than i do high on coke and pills
• weed or X, i'll show the kill when i bleed ya chest
• feed ya flesh to man eating creatures to release some stress
• and reach the depths of a dark abyss
• read the bars i kick, it's safe to say i hold weight like arnold's fists
• so in a battle you get scarred and ripped
• cos i keep the bars on fire like a pub full of arsonists...
• best find a chip to bargain with cos you ain't ready, man
• these punchlines rise like gun-crime, i write with deadly hands
• while you looking softer than a teddy, i bury clans
• for you, ''dropping heavy bars'' involves a gym and sweaty hands!
• get it, fam??? you bout to leave this shit in grief and hurt
• greeted with a team of nurses after your teeth meet the curb
• best believe it, nerd, even your meanest verse won't get this beef reversed
• you should of wrote your shit on edible paper, cos you bout to eat your words!